Published in RED INK: International Journal of Indigenous Literature, Arts, & Humanities (Spring 2017).
My grief is
like tasting a jungle fruit
raw and bitter
with a thick horned rind
but inside
the thimble of pink flesh
and the
tiny seeds in circles are
even now
despite the lingering taste
beautiful
Published in RED INK: International Journal of Indigenous Literature, Arts, & Humanities (Spring 2017).
The Language of Flowers
a songbird swallows a bud that blooms in its gut
snaking up the esophagus
like my mother swore couldn’t happen
hollowing its stem and
laying petals across the soft pink throat
along the rigid inside of the narrow beak
where out spill pollen and stamen—
each call a blush of dust
every song a fluttering of leaves
Published (sans title) by Nanoism (March 2015).
My Deepest Regrets
I regret little: cutting my sister’s arm on accident; breaking Granny’s stained-glass; running over my neighbor’s cat; denying it all later.
“Mask4Mask” photo series from the Offroad Productions show A Day With(out) Art: Santa Fe. All taken on iPhone using Hipstamatic app.
“Dissolve” limited edition photo series from the Strangers Collective show Long Echo. All unedited iPhone photos.
“Blue Sky Gold” photo series and handmade zines from the Strangers Collective show Narrows. Photography taken on iPhone, most using Hipstamatic app.
“Self-Portraits of the Southwest” photo series from the Strangers Collective show Trouble Vision. All taken on iPhone using Hipstamatic app.
